Jayson Werth used to bring around his dog, Magnus, an enormous, gray Great Dane. The dog was the size of a small horse — if he stood on his hind legs, it could put his front legs on Werth's shoulder. Just a massive dog.

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Werth is still in the shower as Magnus is walking around the clubhouse. Magnus stops in the middle of the room, right on the Nationals logo, lifts his back leg and unleashes the foulest-smelling stream of dog urine in world history. And it kept going. Storen starts waving his arm like a third base coach. Clippard yells, "Now THAT'S Natitude!" Reporters, players, clubbies are all laughing their head off.

Werth walks from the training room to his locker. He's got no clue what's going on. He hears all this commotion, looks over and his eyes go bug-eyed. "I told Morse to quit feeding him so much water!" he says. Everyone cracks up. One of the funniest damn things I've ever seen.